Tuesday, March 14, 2006
leaving again
one last update.
im bunking with jun hao. hoping he can tolerate my music.
I'll show you mine
if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars,
I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages
and replace them with our own words
I've been here so long,
I think that it's time to move
The winter's so cold,
summer's over too soon
Let's pack our bags
and settle down where palm trees grow
I've got some friends,
some that I hardly know
But we've had some times,
I wouldn't trade for the world
We chase these days down with talks of
the places that we will go
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand
the dude's 64 kg, and he's sailing the 4.7. ...champion i tell you.
i sailed terribly this weekend. maybe cuz of brett beyer, haha. his coaching is... refreshing. compared to giba, he's actually making a very conscious effort to help my sailing.
but most probably its cuz i can't get used to the new ropes, my sunglasses and my hiking pants. what's so wrong about me that i'm like the only one that sails without hiking pants?
. . .
on saturday evening, i watched
collective swing strut their stuff. haha. pictures courtesy of john loh's dad.
whilst before that i was treated to a generous serving of 'girl madness' for dinner. and helped cindy make new friends haha.
Comin' down the world turned over
And angels fall without you there
And I go on as you get colder
Or are you someone's prayer
i'm gonna miss you guys.
going down to town to pick up a tube for my tiller. (close your eyes, i've got a secret). i want to see.
and i've broken the habit of posting on mondays only :)
cheers.
Strummed at 12:16 AM (x)